Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

65  Invisible Chains

"Officers," Noah said, his voice calm yet carrying the weight of his authority. "I need you to conduct an investigation into financial misconduct."

The law director's blood ran cold. This wasn't a bluff.

His smirk, his arrogance, all of it was crumbling under the weight of Noah's quiet dominance. The value shift was complete—Noah was no longer just a young, naive owner. The room fell silent as two officers stood there, their presence immediately commanding attention.

A tall, stunningly beautiful woman stepped forward, her dark blue uniform crisp, and her posture exuding authority. Noah's sharp eyes caught the emblem on her shoulder, the stars suggesting a high rank—staff sergeant.

She wasn't just a regular officer; this was someone used to handling serious cases.

"Good afternoon," she said, her tone professional yet carrying an edge of authority that left no room for casual conversation. "I'm Rachel Miller, staff sergeant. I understand there's been an issue regarding financial misconduct?"

Her eyes moved swiftly across the room, landing on the law director, who appeared visibly nervous. The badge glinted under the fluorescent lights, a stark contrast to the beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead.

Noah, always observant, wondered for a brief moment why someone of her rank had shown up.

"Perhaps she had been nearby or maybe there was more at play." Either way, he wasn't going to waste time pondering it.

The stakes had escalated. This was no longer a business issue; it was a legal one.

"Yes, Sergeant Miller," Noah began, stepping forward with a calm but authoritative voice, his hands resting casually by his sides. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"My name is Noah Thompson. I am the owner of Walls4Us." He gestured toward John with a slight nod. "This is our CEO, John, and over here…" Noah's gaze shifted coldly to the law director, "is our current law director."

Rachel nodded as she followed Noah's gesture, her professional expression never wavering. Noah continued, "The law director was tasked with investigating records for any signs of embezzlement by a previously fired director and site manager. Both were dismissed for unethical practices, including bribery and using various tactics to coerce other parties into signing contracts with our company."

Rachel's expression tightened at the mention of unethical behaviour, her disgust evident in the way her lips pressed together.

"I see," she said, folding her arms and locking her gaze on the law director. "Is that true? Were you asked to conduct this investigation?"

The law director's face was pale, and his legs shifted uncomfortably. His once smug demeanor was crumbling. Noah had forced the questioning on him, pushing him from confident to vulnerable. He nodded, his voice shaky.

"Yes… yes, I was asked. I investigated the records thoroughly, and I found nothing. They're clean. But the boss—" he nodded in Noah's direction, "—he wanted to investigate them himself."

Rachel's sharp gaze flicked to Noah, a slight nod of approval in her stance, but before she could ask, Noah spoke up, his voice cutting through the tension in the room.

"I did investigate myself, and what I found was enough to prove that this man," Noah pointed directly at the law director, "is guilty of embezzlement himself. He's been colluding with the previously fired employees, hiding evidence of their embezzlement, and siphoning funds through meticulously disguised transactions."

Noah's words hit the room like a bomb. Rachel's eyes widened slightly, though she remained composed. The law director, however, lost his cool. His face turned red, and his composure shattered.

"Impossible!" the law director blurted, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. "How could you…? You're just a high schooler!" His face twisted in frustration as he stepped forward, his voice growing more desperate. "You have no clue what you're talking about! These are serious accusations, young man. I will sue you for defamation. Be careful!"

Noah, unbothered by the man's outburst, smirked—a key shift in the directors' attitude.

He got him where he wanted him to be, he made him emotional so he could make him confess himself, and there wouldn't be a need for going to court again and again. Otherwise, if the law director said he wasn't involved or still investigating, it would be a problem.

He had made him dig his own grave, by making him talk whilst clearly not ready for such a confrontation.

"We'll see in court," he said, his voice cool and unwavering. He turned toward John. "Bring me a pen."

John, whose nerves had been fraying throughout the entire confrontation, jumped at the command. He quickly fetched a pen from his desk and handed it over to Noah with trembling hands. Noah took the pen and started highlighting various transactions in the stack of papers he had been analyzing.

As he worked, the law director watched with growing dread, his confidence eroding with every highlight Noah made. After a few minutes, Noah put the pen down and handed the papers to Rachel.

"Here's the proof," Noah said firmly, his voice leaving no room for doubt. "I want these taken to court. I also request that this man be placed under house arrest—or in prison—pending further investigation from your department."

Rachel took the documents, scanning the highlighted sections carefully. She nodded after a moment, her gaze hardening as she processed what Noah had presented. The law director, seeing the growing seriousness on her face, felt panic rising in his chest.

"No!" he shouted, his voice desperate now. "You can't arrest me without proper proof! This is absurd! He's lying! How do you know he's not just making all of this up?"

Rachel's icy gaze locked onto him, silencing his outburst instantly. She stepped forward, her voice calm but carrying the weight of authority. "We can arrest you under suspicion of embezzlement and for hiding evidence. There is enough here for suspicion, but not yet enough to convict you. You'll come with us, and the investigation will proceed from there."

The law director opened his mouth to argue, but Rachel cut him off swiftly, the rehearsed words of law enforcement rolling off her tongue. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…" She continued as the officers prepared to take him away.

Noah stood back, watching the scene unfold. His job was done for now. Rachel, after finishing the formalities, turned back to Noah, her professional demeanour softening slightly. "I'll need your number," she said, pulling out her phone, "so we can keep you updated on the progress of the case."

Noah nodded and provided his contact information. Before she left, he said, "There are two more individuals you'll want to question. Charles, the fired site manager, and his uncle, Smith, who was previously one of our directors. Both were involved in the misconduct."

Rachel made a note on her phone, nodding as she wrote down the names. "Thank you, Mr. Thompson," she said. "We'll make sure to follow up with them. I'll contact you if there are any updates on the case."

As Rachel and the officers left with the law director in custody, the tension in the room seemed to release, but only for a moment. John, who had been silently watching the entire scene, felt a cold sweat running down his back.

His heart pounded in his chest. This was a major error, and it revealed not only the law director's betrayal but also his own failure to oversee the company's operations properly. He wasn't sure if he could hold onto his job after this.

John's mind raced as he watched Noah. The young man who had just dismantled an experienced law director was no ordinary high schooler.

John stood frozen, the weight of Noah's presence pressing down on him like a mountain. His mind, normally sharp and decisive, had been shattered by the rapid and cold execution of two directors in a single week.

The stakes had never been higher, and now, here he was, facing the crisis of his career—caught in the aftermath of a scandal that threatened not just his job but his entire future.

"He isn't a high schooler… He's a demon." The thought raced through John's mind, a cold sweat running down his back as he stared at Noah.

The young owner of Walls4Us was anything but ordinary. Noah wasn't just some rich kid playing CEO—he was sharp, ruthless, and terrifyingly effective.

In just days, Noah had uprooted the corruption that had been festering beneath the surface, and now John was standing in the crosshairs.

Noah's cold gaze met John's, unblinking, with a calculated calm that made the older man feel like his every thought was being dissected. "John," Noah said, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

John's throat tightened. "Y-yes, Sir!" he stammered, his voice cracking under the pressure. He felt as though his legs were about to give out beneath him. His stomach churned as the invisible weight of Noah's authority crushed him.

Noah's expression didn't change as he asked, "You know what you've done, right?"

John swallowed hard, his heart hammering in his chest. "Y-yes, Sir!" he stammered again, his voice barely above a whisper. His mind scrambled to form coherent thoughts, but all he could think of was the devastation that was surely coming.

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